The Draytons and the Davenants : $b A story of the Civil WarsCharles, Elizabeth Rundle
History
The Draytons and the Davenants : $b A story of the Civil Wars
Charles, Elizabeth Rundle
Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Fiction
Perhaps among us all, the person least perplexed by these continued
disasters was Aunt Gretel; because, leaving the whole field of
politics as altogether too complicated for her to comprehend, she
continued to see only the links which bind every day to the Eternal
Day, and every event to the hand of the merciful Father; and thus her
chief wonders ever were the pity which forgave so many sins, and the
love which provided so many mercies. Overlooking all the battles and
skirmishes around us, she saw but one Battle and one Battle-field,
and but two Captains. Overlooking all the subordinate divisions of
nations and parties, she saw only a flock and a Shepherd, and the
Shepherd calling each one by one, from the Great Gustavus to little
Cicely and poor Tim; folded, one, in the heavenly fold of which he
knew nothing till he was in it, and the other in the poor earthly
house which she and her child and her grateful love had made, once
more, a home and a refuge for poor old Gammer. For since Cicely's
return, Gammer's broken links with her fellow-creatures began to be
knit again; and more than one at Netherby took Job's words to heart.
The broad shield of her love and welcome which she threw around the
wanderer had shielded herself.
But side by side with the doleful records in my Diary run two series
of letters full of victory and hope.
One was to my Father from Dr. Antony, who spent most of that period
in London. And there, throughout all these disasters, the courage of
the citizens seemed never to fail.
When Lord Essex returned from Edgehill with very doubtful success,
which he had entirely failed to convert into lasting gain by his
hesitations and delays, London, of as brave and generous a heart as
old Rome, voted him £5,000.
When Bristol fell before Prince Rupert, and every city in the west
save Gloucester fell into the hands of the king, and Lord Essex
timidly recommended accommodation with His Majesty, and the Lords
would have petitioned him, the Commons, the Preachers, and the
citizens (knowing that no accommodation with the king could be relied
on unless secured by victory) rejected all such wavering thoughts.
The shops were all shut for some days, not to make holiday, but for
solemn fasting. These days were spent in the churches, and the
people came forth from them ready for any sacrifice for the eternal
truth and the ancient liberty. It was determined to surround London
with entrenchments. Knights and dames went forth, spade in hand, to
the beat of drum, to share in the digging of the trenches, and to
hearten others to the work. And in a few days twelve miles of
entrenchment were dug. Whereof we heard His Majesty took notice, and
lost heart thereby.
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